Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

In the vast expanse of space, 101 intercontinental missiles are like a group of steel behemoths, flying at an amazing speed. Their figures appear particularly mysterious and cold against the dark background of the universe, leaving behind them trails like silver ribbons, as if they are their unique declarations of war written in space. At this moment, they are approaching the atmosphere of the blue planet, and a thrilling crossing is about to take place.

When the missile hits the atmosphere, it is like stepping into a fiery purgatory. The intense friction with the air instantly ignites the surrounding air, generating extremely high temperatures.

The surface of the missile body was like being hit by countless burning stars, emitting a dazzling light. Soon, the missile body was tightly wrapped in a layer of dazzling flames. The flames were orange-red, jumping and flickering, like a devil's tongue, greedily licking every inch of the missile's surface.

At this moment, the missiles, like falling meteors, dragged long tails of fire, and rushed towards the United States without hesitation. They relied on advanced navigation systems, which were as precise as intelligent brains, to accurately calculate every flight parameter, and powerful propulsion devices, which were steel hearts that continuously output power, to steadily and powerfully push the missiles forward, accurately following the predetermined trajectory. No matter whether it was radiation interference in space or complex air flow changes in the atmosphere, they could not shake them at all. Any interference and obstacles seemed insignificant in front of them.

The first missile took the lead and arrived at the military base of the United States. With a deafening roar, the sound seemed to be a roar from hell, instantly breaking the original tranquility of the military base. The entire earth shook violently, as if it was shaken by an invisible giant hand.

"Boom."

In an instant, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky at an astonishing speed, like a hideous flower of death blooming in the sky. The powerful shock wave spread outward with overwhelming force, destroying everything in its path. Those once extremely solid military buildings, under the impact of this powerful force, were like fragile houses of cards, collapsing in an instant with a slight touch.

Huge bricks and concrete blocks flew everywhere, raising dust. The fighter planes parked on the runway were easily overturned by the strong air waves, and the metal fuselage was twisted and deformed. Under the huge impact, it seemed to have turned into a pile of soft plasticine.

Immediately afterwards, the fighter plane caught fire, billowing black smoke into the sky, and the pungent smell of burning filled the air. The warehouse was not spared and was razed to the ground. Various advanced weapons and equipment stored in it, such as tanks, missiles, guns, etc., were blown to pieces in the moment of the explosion, and the fragments were scattered everywhere, like a heavy rain of metal.

The American soldiers woke up from their sleep, terrified, with fear and despair in their eyes. They fled in disarray, trying to find a safe shelter. However, in the face of the powerful explosion and heat wave, their struggle seemed so powerless. Some soldiers were blown away by the air wave and fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness; some soldiers were hit by the burning wreckage and screamed in pain; and some soldiers lost their way in the panic and could only run blindly in the smoke and fire.

Soon after, the commercial capital also failed to escape the clutches of the disaster and suffered a severe blow.

Several missiles, like accurate death gods, whistled and hit the core area of ​​the city accurately. For a time, explosions continued one after another. High-rise buildings collapsed in the explosions, like toppled building blocks. Huge building debris fell from the sky, hitting the streets and the ground, raising dust and rubble all over the sky, like a black sandstorm.

The bustling streets were instantly replaced by a sea of ​​fire and ruins. The once bustling and bustling streets were no longer there. Vehicles were blown away by the blast, some were thrown onto buildings on the street, some rolled in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, with burning debris scattered all over the ground.

At night, pedestrians were panicked, screaming and shouting, like a desperate song. People ran around, but found that there was nowhere to go. The whole city fell into chaos and despair. The goods in the mall were devoured by the fire and turned into ashes; the doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street were broken, and the signs fell off, making it a mess. The once prosperous commercial center has now become a ruined city.

The industrial base was not spared either. The missile strikes brought down the huge factory buildings, as if giants had been knocked to the ground. The towering chimneys broke, the walls of the huge factories collapsed, and the production equipment was completely destroyed.

The once running production line has now become a pile of scrap metal, with parts scattered all over the ground. A raging fire is burning in the ruins, and the fire is so fierce that it seems to devour the entire industrial base.

Thick smoke blocked out the sun, making the sky dark and gloomy. Everything in the industrial base, whether it was the piles of raw materials or the industrial products about to be shipped out, was destroyed in this devastating blow. The industrial base that was once full of roaring machines and vitality is now only a dead silence and ruins, filled with a pungent smell of burning and despair.

The explosions finally stopped, but the deafening sound seemed to still echo between heaven and earth, becoming the lingering nightmare echoes in the ruins. The rampage of 101 intercontinental missiles turned the industrial base, military base and commercial capital of the United States into a dead and silent hell on earth.

In the once prosperous commercial capital, only ruins remain. Most of the skyscrapers that once towered into the sky have now collapsed, and the few that remain are also shaky, creaking in the wind, as if they will collapse completely at any time. In the ruins, steel bars are twisted into strange shapes, and concrete fragments are scattered all over the ground, like the remains of a giant.

The scene at the military base was even more tragic. The fighter planes that were once neatly arranged were now piles of twisted scrap metal, with black smoke still emitting from the burning wreckage. The tanks were blown to pieces, with parts scattered all over the ground. Soldiers lay on the ground in all directions, some dead, some still groaning in pain.

In the industrial base, the huge factory buildings have been razed to the ground, leaving only some towering chimneys standing alone, as if they were the guardians of the ruins. The once roaring sound of machines has been replaced by silence, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of chemicals and burnt odors.